Author's Note: Sorry, this is a short chapter. I promise the next few chapters are going to be more interesting... I hope. If I messed up on any of the tenses or something is confusing, sorry about that. Ok. Now onto chapter two! :D


The door clicked shut behind her as she almost immediately leaned against it with a heavy sigh. Her breathing became more labored and her whole body gave small tremors which really showed in her shaking hands. Jazz brought her hands up to her face and stared listlessly at the uncontrolled movement. Her hands moved to snake into her hair and grasped it as if she wanted to rip it all out.

Jazz stumbled over to the small bed in the corner of the room. She then unceremoniously flopped onto the bed and grabbed the worn pillow, pushing it against her face. Now that there were no people around and her dream idea was all but shattered as everything became more and more real...

She cried out her pain the only way she knew how to deal with it:

She screamed.

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"She seems... nice," said Hermione lamely.

George gave a small grunt and Ron gave her a non-committal shrug. Harry simply stared at the doorway Jazz left through and Ginny sat with her arms crossed giving her a rather disbelieving look.

"I don't know, 'Mione, she seems rather... odd? I mean, one moment she's all sun and daisies and the next she's bawling her eyes out like an insane person! Women... mental they are..." Ron muttered the last part to Harry who simply sat there in thought still staring towards the doorway. Fortunately for Ron, Hermione didn't hear that last comment.

"Odd? Just because she shows a bit of emotion? Ron, her family just DIED! D-I-E-D, died. Of course she would be upset! How unfeeling can you be?"

Ron looked moodily towards the doorway Harry had chosen to zone out on before nudging the unsuspecting boy in the ribs.

"You know, mate, staring isn't going to make you figure her out any faster. She's a girl. She might be a while upstairs getting ready for dinner or something doing who knows what. Ask her questions then."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear you say that," Hermione seethed. She turned away and stormed out of the room, muttering something along the lines of 'sexist pig' as she left. Ginny followed after her. George stood up.

"Smooth, Ronnie. Already one with the ladies. Too bad you're too much of a dork to join us!" Ron lashed out angrily as George dodged with a snicker and ran after Hermione and Ginny.

"Honesty, the nerve of some people!" Ron vented. He turned to Harry who had a lost look in his eyes.

"Seriously, mate, are you alright?"

Harry finally turns to look at him.

"You... you don't think she'll hate me... because I look like her dead brother, do you?"

Harry's hand moved to fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

"Hate you? Of course not, I mean... you're... you!"

Harry gives him an uncertain look.

"Uh.. thanks, I guess. It's just that... what if she decides she wants nothing to do with me and leaves? I finally discover I have a family outside of the Dursleys... I don't want to lose it already!"

Harry threaded his fingers through his hair frustrated.

Ron's shoulders sagged, clueless as to what to do.

"I guess only time can tell," Ron responded sagely.

Harry nodded, his eyes drifting back to the doorway as he fell back into his own thoughts.

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"So, Jazz, I heard you went shopping with Hagrid the other day..." Mrs. Weasley probed earnestly.

Jazz decided to ignore the fact that she actually went shopping earlier THAT DAY and not some other day, and responded tonelessly.

"Yeah... I thought the... er... animals were cute."

"Really? Which ones?" asked Hermione suddenly, leaning forward with scary over-the-top interest.

Jazz leaned away a bit.

"Uh... I like the black and white ones," Jazz gave a weak smile. She liked those ones because they reminded her of Danny and her adventures back home.

"Not something more... particular? You know, like a cat or an owl...?"

"Not really."

"Oh."

An awkward silence filled the room as everyone concentrated on eating.

"Do you like... zebras?" asked George seriously. To everyone's surprise, his eyes held no joke in them. Which is what made it so funny.

Jazz burst out laughing.

"Z-zebras? You've got to be kidding me! ZEBRAS! Bwahahaha!" she started to clutch her sides as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Ron nudged Harry.

"See what I mean?" he whispered, "absolutely mental."

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Jazz all sat in the living room upon Mrs. Weasley's recommendation after dinner. The room was uncomfortably stuffy and warm and had a distinct lingering smell of garlic. However, to outside eyes it looked like a picture perfect moment of an enjoyable peaceful silence among friends after a long day. Which could have been the case, that is, if they knew Jazz better and the constant rustling of paper wasn't there...

Hermione slammed her hand onto the table causing everyone to jump in their seats.

"Honestly, Ron! Cut it out! Geeze!" she huffed angrily.

Ron's eyes widened before meekly putting the newspaper on the table. Silence returned like a death plague.

"So..." droned Harry randomly. He was desperately searching for a conversation starter.

"So..." Jazz repeated, not helping in the least. Her mood seemed to be receptive, reserved, but not overly happy, rather, she seemed a bit resigned.

Hermione straightened and gave a polite cough. Her eyes practically filled with newfound inspiration as she tried to catch Jazz's gaze. When their eyes met, Jazz's with some confusion, Hermione spoke into the silence.

"Who are you?" she asked. The others shot her incredulous looks of disbelief. She waved them off.

Jazz, on the other hand, simply wiped her eyes on her shirt sleeve before granting a confused look towards Hermione. Unsure of Hermione's motives, she shook her head gently as if to clear it before deciding to give the girl an answer.

"Well... I'm Jasmine Fenton, but everybody calls me Jazz..."

Hermione held up a hand.

"No, no, I didn't ask for your name, Jazz, simply, who are you?"

Jazz fumbled with words for a moment. She shakily responded.

"Um... I'm seventeen. I grew up in Amity Park, USA. I attended Casper High School and..."

"Wait, wait. Jazz, now you're just listing facts. I want to know, who are you?"

"...I'm the daughter of two professional ghost hunters by the names of Jack and Maddie Fenton, I had a younger brother named Danny who was really into everything space related, one of my aunts..."

"Jazz, I don't want you to describe other people. Just please, who are you?"

Jazz blushed, obviously embarrassed.

"Oh... er... right... well... I like to study and figure out easy solutions for difficult solutions. I enjoy reading, writing, jogging..."

"Jazz! Not your hobbies! What I want to know is who you are!"

Jazz remained silent, out of ideas and staring at Hermione with a bit of a glare. Hermione opened her mouth to continue but thankfully, Ron interrupted.

"Is there a point to any of this?" he questioned harshly.

Hermione blinked, opened and closed her mouth, before deciding on a simple shrug.

"Saw it once on 'Anger Management,' thought I'd try it out," she said offhandedly.

"Anger management?" asked Ron confused.

"It's a movie," Jazz supplied a little more than a bit annoyed at being Hermione's guinea pig therapy subject.

"What's a moo v?" Ron asked, putting emphasis on the 'moo' part so it sounded like the animal.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes, giving Ron a small pat on the back.

"Don't worry Ron, it's a muggle thing."

Ron gave another somehow adorable lost look.

"Oh, kinda like the Fellytone then?" he wondered aloud.

The three muggle-raised teens looked at each other and all was silent for a moment. Then all three broke into quiet laughter at Ron's expense.